Hidden Origin

Prologue

A young auburn haired girl stared out the window of her classroom, holding a black pen to her peach colored lips that were slightly turned upwards into a half-smile. Her forest green eyes observed the way the leaves that hung loosely on the trees swayed as the wind gently played with them. "Miss. Hunter! Please pay attention!" A strict voice called out. The girl slightly jumped at the voice intruding on her thoughts and looked over. "Yes, Mrs. Pruitt." Mrs. Pruitt was a woman in her late 30s who stood at about 5'8. Her blonde hair looked nearly dead from the amount of dye she had put in it during her younger years, her sharp hazel eyes scanned the room for any other nuisance to disturb her teaching. "Emma, Darling-" She asked sarcastically, "-Please read chapter 4 out loud."
Emma stood up, revealing her short height of 5'2. Her Auburn hair was tied up into a lazy bun that rested atop her head, stray hairs framing her ivory skinned face. She looked down at the book the class had been reading, 'Twilight', and sighed out, finding the Chapter. She grit her teeth for a moment, hating how the book described wolves, and began reading. Not far into the chapter, the School Bell rang, receiving a sigh from the girl. "Miss. Hunter, Please stay after class for a moment, I would like to speak with you." Mrs. Pruitt said, as the Girl was grabbing her items. As all the other students exited the room and it was the two females alone, Emma leaned against the desk with her arms across her chest.Mrs. Pruitt had not been facing her, but when she did, she held a stack of papers. "I am getting very concerned for you Miss. Hunter. At the beginning of this year you were very into your studies and had been getting straight A's and now you are a below average D student! Is everything alright, Dear..?" Emma stared at the stack of papers and scrunched up her nose in thought, It was true. She had been a 'Straight A' student near the beginning of her Junior year in Highschool. Now she sat having to stress herself to keep her grades above failing. She looked away, becoming frustrated with herself. "Is everything alright at home, Emma?" Emma's green eyes snapped to her Teacher in a moment, almost making her get a headache. She narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth, "Everything is fine. Thank you for your concern, however, I must go. I need to get home and get ready for work." She said, in a rush to get herself out of this situation and grabbed her Backpack. Throwing it over one shoulder she rushed out of the room and to her pickup truck. Once in the truck she sat her bag in the passenger seat and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She rested her arms against the wheel and put her head on her arm. She took a few calming breaths and as she went to grab her key a loud knock hit her window and she yelped.She turned to see who had came up to her window and saw a boy. He looked to be about 18 years old, with brunette hair that stood out everywhere. His green eyes matched her own and she became confused. He seemed familiar but she couldn't remember from where. She cautiously rolled her window down and stared at him, "Can I help you?". He opened his mouth to say something but suddenly looked off in the direction of the woods. His messy eyebrows furrowed in worry and fear, quickly he handed her a slip of paper and took off in an unknown direction. She called after him, but he was too far gone. His ripped black button-up shirt and torn blue jeans made her curious of where he came from, looking like such a mess. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the fact that she needed to get home. She grabbed her key and started the truck and began to drive home. She couldn't stop the thoughts that flooded her mind about that boy, 'Where have I seen those eyes before?' 'Was I just dragged into some sort of crazy situation???'Emma pulled into the driveway, grimacing at the Vehicle she pulled up next to. She slowly got out of the truck, closing the door as quietly as she could. She walked up to the front door and unlocked it, quickly getting inside. She took off her shoes and slipped the paper that strange boy had given her into the pocket of her jeans. "Mom?" She called out, uncomfortably. She walked towards the front room, unprepared of the sight that would lay before her eyes. Her mother sat on the floor covering her red cheek, that was obviously swelling. Towering over her was her Father, who stood at 6'7 feet tall. His brown eyes were angry, but from the scent that wafted through the room, He was drunk again. "M-Mom!" Emma exclaimed, making a move to go towards her mother. "You stay right there, Brat, or else you'll get worse than your Mother did!" His drunken voice made the words jumbled, but his threat was clear. Emma looked at her Mother fearfully, and her Mother's Brown eyes looked at her reassuringly. "Go up to your room, Dear.." Her voice was shaky, making Emma want to stay and protect her, but she shook her head and frustratingly backed up and rushed to her room. Upon closing the door, she heard her mother scream in pain from another slap. She locked her door and felt tears well in her eyes. Another scream echoed through the once peaceful home, and Emma covered her ears sinking down to the floor with her knees to her chest. Tears fell down her cheeks, Mascara following.The Auburn haired girl grit her teeth and growled lowly, becoming frustrated with herself. After about an Hour, the house was silent. A gentle knock hit her door and she whimpered. Slowly she stood and opened the door to see her bruised mother. "Mom..." Emma whispered, carefully cupping a hand to her cheek and pulled the shorter woman into a hug. Her mother carefully hugged back, Her brown hair falling to her mid back. "Mom.. Why do you tolerate him? He hurts you. He gets drunk all the time!" Emma cried helplessly, "Now, Emma.. Even though he may have some of his... Problems.. He is your father and I don't want you to speak of him in such a way, Alright?" Her mother defended. Emma ran her hand through her hair, "But-!" Her mother hushed her, "None of that. Go get ready for bed. I love you, Emma." Her mother limped off towards her Parent's bedroom. Emma shut the door, trying to control her anger as to not slam the door. She slid her hand into her back pockets, a habit she has became all to familiar with, and she felt a paper. The strange boy crossed her mind again, as she curiously pulled the paper out. She sat down on her bed and unfolded the paper.Her eyes grew wide upon seeing the message, "I don't like the way They treat you. The way the others speak of you. I don't want you to become them. Like them.. I will protect you. They are after me, but I will not let them get me. I will protect you, Emma. You will see me again." Emma put her hand to her head, 'How does he know my name? Who are 'They'?' She thought curiously. Not bothering to change she laid down on her bed, setting the paper on her night-table. She sighed out, closing her eyes and drifted off to sleep with a million questions in her head.